The View Of The Misery Of The

The Bodies Of Those That Made Such A Noise And Tumult When Alive, When Dead, Lie As Quietly Among The Graves Of Their Neighbors As Any Others.

A Truly Christian Love, Either To God Or Men, Is A Humble Broken-hearted Love. The Desires Of The Saints, However Earnest, Are Humble Desires. Their Hope Is A Humble Hope; And Their Joy, Even When It Is Unspeakable And Full Of Glory, Is A Humble Broken-hearted Joy, And Leaves The Christian More Poor In Spirit, And More Like A Little Child, And More Disposed To A Universal Lowliness Of Behaviour.

If I Murmur In The Least At Affliction, If I Am In Any Way Uncharitable, If I Revenge My Own Case, If I Do Anything Purely To Please Myself Or Omit Anything Because It Is A Great Denial, If I Trust Myself, If I Take Any Praise For Any Good Which Christ Does By Me, Or If I Am In Any Way Proud, I Shall Act As My Own And Not God’s.

He That Lives A Prayerless Life, Lives Without God In The World.

God’s Purpose For My Life Was That I Have A Passion For God’s Glory And That I Have A Passion For My Joy In That Glory, And That These Two Are One Passion.